This is a song about "Pork chops"

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

He appreciates your support

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right