This is a song about "Rusian pig"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I'm filthy as a pig but you maybe the one to be slaughtered

Put me in a headlock, then i thought of my guinea pig

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

So drop the slam and lets get sick

He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Ask me where i'm goin, pig, i'm going where i wanna

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Ima a pig your a plant the words you say i've herbivore

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

People love the pig but not the other man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn