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

You're chained to the ways of these twisted drug games you've played

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I represent the dark and twisted urges of the human race

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

It's like i've got a twisted neck with the coldest faces,

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

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

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Moments when the way to love was buried and twisted