This is a song about "Death nigga fuckwit glock 9 head blood runnin from pigs"

Fuck it, im runnin into shadows blood stainin my sword

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

I be murdering bars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Niggas dying like its nothing

Dumbin from the lack of blood running.

Cause there could never be peace

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock