This is a song about "Flaming chickens"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

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

I'm coming for you chickens heads

And everybody's having sex