This is a song about "Pigs"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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