This is a song about "Flying pigs"

Makes me feel like im flying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

This ain't easy, im thinking

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Flying around, wings flapping/

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Imagine flying through the skies

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

In my mind is where i'm flying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing