This is a song about "Murrumba trench pigs clovers"

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Me im one of these anti law pigs

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

We original officially the most original

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

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets