This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

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

Just for cash, they hunting

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

At the bank of braavos is where i'm hunting funding

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Where would i be without my dogs

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits