This is a song about "Pigs not wanting to die"

Every afternoon not wanting to be around

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

You other brothers can’t deny

Too late to cry but not too late to die

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (fuck that!)

Just wanting to runaway, and to at least win that race

Love the game know this is coming from a different place