This is a song about "Little pigs"

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Got tired of running from the police

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

I gotta little clout

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

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better

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

Kick back and know yo son set

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,