This is a song about "Eating chicken fingers"

She watchin' that oxygen

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

They say that karats help your vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Closest you'll get is being chicken

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Raising my fingers to critics

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Eating like muhammad ali after ramadan