This is a song about "Hunting pigs"

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

I'm everything that they call nice

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm hunting these wimps, one after another

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

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons