This is a song about "Chickens"

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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