This is a song about "3 little pigs"

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good... aye....3 times aye...

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Go like i never seen a red light shine

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

A real wonder woman

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed