This is a song about "Pigs"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

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

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

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

I think you pigs are inferior watch me burn down this fucking town

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing