This is a song about "Chickens and such"

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

Puzzles me how she got so much, and made such a mess/

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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