This is a song about "Flying pigs"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

In my mind is where i'm flying

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Imagine flying through the skies

Right flows down and they might go nice

Thuggin' till the day i die

Cause when i'm flying sky high,

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is