This is a song about "Flaming chickens"

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

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

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

A flaming gleam while they scream unseen, a screaming cracked fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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