This is a song about "Zionist pigs who like shady cats with 80 gats"

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Take a tab of acid and hang with with cats in hats,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Striking like lightening with the tightest of rhyming, i've got a shady plan

To the big leagues like dr.dre,slim shady

On they twitter writing novels, see

Beefing with pigs, hamming, leading rappers to the slaughter

My insecurities and worries shall be no longer

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton