This is a song about "Quitting chickens"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

After hitting, i'm quitting leave you twitching and curling,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Just know when you feeling that way spirit's in the room

I've never slipped and don't plan on quitting anytime soon.

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit