This is a song about "Bald chickens"

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

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

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

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

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

Cause it ain't easy being who we aredriven by my ambitions, desire higher positions

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford