This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

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

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

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

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

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

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running