This is a song about "Fuck pigs"

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Bring the battering ram where you live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

I'm everything that they call nice

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Lets get to spittin, yo ass will be splittin 2 halves, dude u buttfucked 2 cows,