This is a song about "Pig s and cops"

Cause i murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Toke lots and hope cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops