This is a song about "Pigs and boys"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

I want to fill up nightclubs with men and women boys and girls

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

And that both of these boys, not men, will eventually pay

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

Though. i got that liquid courage and aspiration, take your girl maker her bounce

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys