This is a song about "Quitting chickens"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin chickens

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

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

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm coming for you chickens heads

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

I ain't quitting i ain't splitting, i'ma stick it like glue

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Persistence is the shit since quitting isn't the sickest way to close the distance