This is a song about "Killing pigs"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

Snooping around and killing

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

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

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Not for attention for killing

Don't want to be the king

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

On this mission that im killing,

Hoping that he's listening

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

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning