This is a song about "Chickens dying"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Inside it feels like im dying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

After all the times i preferred dying.

You know that love is a very serious thing

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference