This is a song about "Chicken fingers"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

She watchin' that oxygen

Raising my fingers to critics

They bringing me fish and chips

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

I eat these skaters like chicken