This is a song about "The three little pigs"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

All the lintel jugs like simpletons thinking these pigs is

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Put three g's on the three j's signed to the roc/

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I say middle finger to the pigs/ analyze my words cause thats how i live/