This is a song about "Murrumba trench pigs clovers"

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

I'm everything that they call nice

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don