This is a song about "Crazy chickens"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Look okay im crazy

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Don't worry bout a thang baby

It is fucking crazy

They gotta point em out baby

These girls be so crazy,

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

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Going dumb im going crazy,

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick