This is a song about "Fucking chickens"

If they could cut out all the busting

Dry land , but its my fucking

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Just caking and fucking

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

I'm on deck i'm up next

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I style on new york, pile up my fork

And she fucking me cuz im a fucking g

They say i talk like im god body