This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Me im one of these anti law pigs

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks