This is a song about "Swine flue"

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

If your man can't keep up wit you

No flue but i just flew,

I will dine on you swine so here is were you should draw the line bitch you cross pay the fine

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Well i only got angry when you talked to the horrid swine

But the same deposition take it every time

Is to call swine ask for a punch line

Private plane, my seat recline

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

To go ham just like swine i refine and define the rap prime

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime