This is a song about "Thoughtless thoughtful pigs"

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

Cant take meds without pigs in your head,

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

I gotta little clout

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

And make thoughtless people start changing there tone,

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."