This is a song about "Chickens dying"

She told me erything is real

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens