This is a song about "Fat pigs"

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

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

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

You said also i was fat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Cause there could never be peace

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

So here i am at the store for some chips

Me im one of these anti law pigs