This is a song about "Guinea pigs"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Cause i murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats