This is a song about "Killing pigs"

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

On this mission that im killing,

Don't want to be the king

Check the stats, my team winning

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

My divine itching and shrine killing

I was born to do the damn thing

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

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