This is a song about "Fuck the pigs"

I think found where your mind was

Where the fuck the chorus

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I just play my part make moves like chess

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

Thuggin' till the day i die

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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