This is a song about "Chickens"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

I'm coming for you chickens heads

As we give up our debts

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Cause it ain't easy being who we aredriven by my ambitions, desire higher positions

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