This is a song about "Fuck the pigs"

If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out

And tell me why would we just think about

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

If i sent my dad letters

Sweet, okay makes sense

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

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

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery