This is a song about "Three little pigs"

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Pigs calling me disrespectful cus im still yawning

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Summertime in the city

Second peter one three

And you know its just us three

And my kick game beyond crazy