This is a song about "The chickens i twisted see the digits unlisted"

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

There's puzzles in my mind, twisted thoughts, the pieces slung,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

With this mission im given the decision of ridding 'n' riving these chickens

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

All you need is your passport

I'm playing for the green, shorty i'm mateen cleaves

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Listen to the sick and twisted shit cause it calms me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto