This is a song about "Pigs being traded to the new world during the columbian exchange"

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

During the moments shudder, i steady my breath

She wanted to fight at first

Welcome son to the new world

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Bow down to the elite 'cuz the satanic new world order is here,

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Lyrics are the only thing being written during the teachings.