This is a song about "Mini pigs"

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

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

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

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

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

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Need myself a twin midget so i can have a mini me,

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city