This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

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

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping