This is a song about "Pigs in a blanket"

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

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

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Bang bang boom, who said that pigs can't fly?

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her