This is a song about "Chickens"

Competition on the court

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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