This is a song about "Bald chickens"

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit