This is a song about "Chicken fingers"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Why me, i say it cause we number one

In my fingers but i

I'll meet you in the sky

They had a hell of a run

I eat these skaters like chicken

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Can’t you see just how long my run

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

He's fingers are tapping to

I'm tryna learn somethin new