This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

So when the dealers came hunting i had no place to hide

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Me im one of these anti law pigs

So here i am at the store for some chips

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery