This is a song about "Aaron rodgers"

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I shed a tear for the pork i no longer poke with my fork,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.