This is a song about "Gay chickens"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

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

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

And i can't even look the other way

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

So here i am at the store for some chips

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Competition on the court