This is a song about "Bald chickens"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Cards are stacked like casinos, and bald us like chemo,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

I'm coming for you chickens heads

And everybody's having sex

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord