This is a song about "Killing pigs"

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Whether it was prison or a killing,