This is a song about "Chickens"

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

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

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

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

As we give up our debts

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured