This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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

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

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

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

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

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

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

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

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

I'm sure you not about to tell me you ain't cum enough