This is a song about "Wilbur the piggy"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Taking money out the piggy bank

And i can write a hook fast

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

The bigger the the fun

I pop one, you pop one

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free