This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

There a lot of pigs who ain't got a life and just ruin others

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

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

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

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about