This is a song about "3 little pigs"

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry

Top ranked, number one my son

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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