This is a song about "Angry chickens"

I was angry and sad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

And i hate myself for being angry at someone so tormented,

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Sorry for my angry but you made me erupt,