This is a song about "Pigs and analysis plugs"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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