This is a song about "Boring work"

The pigs fly away in the morning

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

He's a boring... sloppy mess. and him pouring... on these threats

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Fuck it if the streets get boring i make my own fun

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Life's boring when you catch up, keep with the chase,

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Never been religious that shits boring like a game of chess

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

It may be boring and your probably snoring but

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Boring spit not a bit exciting while my flows enlightening

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king