This is a song about "Pigs"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

There a lot of pigs who ain't got a life and just ruin others

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

Thuggin' till the day i die

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble