This is a song about "Slangin chickens"

Slangin a coke without the cola

My all gold rolly or the

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

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

And she ain't have to go and fuck on anybody for a dollar, making good decisions

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

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