This is a song about "Chickens"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

We can do like 8 positions

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

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

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

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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