This is a song about "Headless chickens"

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Competition on the court

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

I'm headless like ichobad crane is

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips