This is a song about "Pigs and analysis plugs"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Amen, they say you only live once

I'm that nigga with the plugs

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

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

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

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis