This is a song about "Pigs"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

Thuggin' till the day i die

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

I'm everything that they call nice

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes