This is a song about "Pig s and cops"

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

So all the hustling for nothing man

And the cops will need an explanation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Toke lots and hope cops

Sb nike's, with the grey box

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The prowlin' cops and enemies, we end up on cots,

And mine somewhere bout mars

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress