This is a song about "Little pigs"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

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

That's the window into the sky

Can barely walk the city streets

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life