This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

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

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better