This is a song about "Headless chickens"

If i said then i meant it, get it through your headless brain

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Did you know chickens run headless for a lot of time before they fall?

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

After lebron, i'm what's next

I'm coming for you chickens heads