This is a song about "Two chickens"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

I was addicted to the shit, working for an extended clip, i wanted to stick to this script.

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Yea it's supper time and it's almost two

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Just clouded spittin through rappers two by two

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

I'm with ______ with two blunts in two hands

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Foolish children (stuck in a box) like clueless chickens

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

I call em up, they might fall through

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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