This is a song about "Pigs and analysis plugs"

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Me im one of these anti law pigs

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Where would i be without my dogs