This is a song about "Fat pigs"

And all my childhood memories

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

I be ballin, they wonder why

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