This is a song about "Pigs fly"

When i'm low, she take me high

Step back and watch me fly

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Let me put my funk on this one time

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

She likes the way it hits her lips

Me im one of these anti law pigs