This is a song about "Slangin chickens"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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

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?

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