This is a song about "Slangin chickens"

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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?

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

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

I major in bloodspillin, im totally committed to visions of killin 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 done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

But most times darling the sequel sucks