This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them 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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

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

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she