This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

If i had on 'bama line

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Just for cash, they hunting

I walk around understanding the politics

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

Every since then our whole city been horrible

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

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets