This is a song about "Quitting chickens"

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

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

My city's culture to the game now in existence

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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