This is a song about "3 little pigs"

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

3:47 // verse 3: can't sleep like an insomniac

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town