This is a song about "Pigs"

There a lot of pigs who ain't got a life and just ruin others

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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