This is a song about "Chickens dying"

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

And dying every second im living

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying