This is a song about "Flaming chickens"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

All you need is your passport

With this mission im given the decision of ridding 'n' riving these chickens

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring