This is a song about "Pigs and analysis plugs"

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

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

That'll do anything that i please

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Good kids make bad grown ups

Then got high from butt plugs

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

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life