This is a song about "Slangin chickens"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

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

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

I done fucked so many chickens, you turkeys is jive