This is a song about "Chickens"

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm coming for you chickens heads

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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?

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

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

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

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