This is a song about "Pork"

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

I don't give a fuck cut me up like pork rine

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I've had enouth, fuck this fucking pork.

And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip

I'm tryna get some pork babe. give me pig