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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

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

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

Rather mad as the hatter

She should have invited her

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Please dont be mad at me for what i spoken.

When i came to the exchange i picked it up i said yup lets do this

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Now im mad at the hood like a crook