This is a song about "Pigs mad at the columbian exchange"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

When i was mad at fate

They fasting they won't leave me ate

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

The fuck is everybody so mad at the north for?

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Like being garbage some type of disease

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Drop them off, say a few words, then get mad at god,

I'll go mad at a rave, i'm ravin' mad! and i feel like the man any place i'm at!

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that