Rico Snacks - Pig Mints [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hoes wanna gobble up these fine green pig mints
Take a massive mace to the spine, knees, and ligaments
Leaving footprints ‘round my lettuce like rabbits
Speaking good shit on the mic, excellence is a habit
Visionaries, tricking nations with the capers
All to get the green pigmentation into papers
Plural, I told him make the shit a double
I’m just tryna bubble, I don’t want no trouble
Lay back like you boutta sleep but keep at least a blinking eye
Pigs got the mints for they breath to mask the stinking lies
Recognize that private education’s just a check to sign
My man said “Snack, you already got a girl, quit texting mine”
Your skin maybe got cleaner pigments
But I’ll drive her crazy, and I’ll teach her stick-shift
You stick out in a crowd, son, stiff lip
Keep your upper and lower balanced like point mid shit
Mid range, get any higher someone’ll clip you
Pass the blunt to me and get me something to spit through
And gas, they say I can see through the mask
I just know my breath’s clean from breathing some grass
At every concert, smoke a moke in the restroom
And don’t sneeze around me bitch I won’t bless you
Hit the professor’s lab, tell him Mojo sent you, b
After you get beat up by a girl then I’ll let you be
Posted at my house, cartoons on the tube
Laughing, texted up with nudes get some lube
And a breath mint for our date tonight
But if she a pig slinging mud I won’t play I’ll fight
Take her and seven other pigs, put em in a line
Get a rabbi, their kills were ordered by the divine
Cut 8 throats, leave em out to fry
Now that’s half a year of bacon that my fam don’t have to buy
And ham too, some might even be green
But I need some eggs with em, can’t just eat meat
All about my health, my wealth is so spiritual
Whether eating animal, vegetable or lyrical
Wannabe, wasabi hot, that’s why I blow steam
Green’s my favorite girl, white bitches are all homely
Freshly washed on 24s, this chrome clean
Mint chip ice cream reminds of this cold green
Cash, always was passionate about flashing it
But never had the shit, just closed my eyes to imagine it
But now I run shit, strap on the cleats
Seuss swag, green eggs and ham on the beat
For the New Slang, that’s the crew if you ain’t heard
Eight words into a rap, we’ll kill your lame verse
Taking some white cats, filling em with green herb
On some Resident Evil shit for all the teams nerds
Jocks go to hell, this is rap not show and tell
You copped a nice chain try to cop a nice flow as well
You can’t, you ain’t been out bay nights when its cold as hell
With steam off your nose, you can’t do the things we smell
So I close with advice—keep your swagger economical
And ecological, Earth’s still got a lot to grow
Mint and shit, and y’all stay on point-cardinal
I’d add more but the studio time’s up, I gotta go