This is a song about "Bay of pigs"

Where the influences lay at bay,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

In time we learned to live a life of crime

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Me im one of these anti law pigs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

I bought them straight out the bay

Rub my back, then let me lay