This is a song about "Chicken fingers"

Raising my fingers to critics

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I wonder why we take from our women

You just working with the scraps you was given

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Contagious like chicken pox

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

I eat these skaters like chicken

I pop one, you pop one

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,