This is a song about "Pigs"

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

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

Never had a chance to try

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

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

I gotta little clout