This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

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

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring