This is a song about "Angry chickens"

I'm chain smoking loud like it's a newport

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I understand that you are angry

I reel them in, goadomes on see

So i'm one with that

I was angry and sad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Like an angry hulck so imma take a snack

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With this mission im given the decision of ridding 'n' riving these chickens

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit