This is a song about "Chicken fingers"

She never ready to go so she forever come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

An when there was the blame she started pointing fingers

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Winner winner chicken dinner

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Shout out chicken getting chicken