This is a song about "Flaming chickens"

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance