This is a song about "Gravel roads chickens"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

The roads i saw no pave, only spark and boozy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

He's polishing skills while you're warring like chickens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I'm paving roads to payment

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Roll up niggas be like sex

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids