This is a song about "My pig benis"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

People love the pig but not the other man

But let me inspire someone who can

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Ask me where i'm goin, pig, i'm going where i wanna

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Like a pig cooked from live into a meal for five,