This is a song about "Bae of pigs"

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet