This is a song about "Murrumba trench pigs clovers"

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

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

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning