This is a song about "Guiena pigs"

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

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

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Every since then our whole city been horrible

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john