This is a song about "Bae of pigs"

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

So i went down south but i ended up north

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave