This is a song about "Pigs"

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

I'm everything that they call nice

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning