This is a song about "3 little pigs"

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

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

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I put these poems all in these songs

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks