This is a song about "The three little pigs"

The three six are the reason i got into writing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

If they pigs/5-0/the fuzz we haul out

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

I've become immune to you no name haters

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Three men raped mom, beat dad, the kid saw it was bad