This is a song about "Pigs"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery