This is a song about "The 3 little pigs"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I'm at the uw library from 3 to 3, find me in dc,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Where would i be without my dogs

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

In 3 days the 8th bomb i've dropped

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with