This is a song about "Bald chickens"

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

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

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Roll up niggas be like sex

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

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I style on new york, pile up my fork