This is a song about "3 little pigs"

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun