This is a song about "Eating chicken fingers"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Raising my fingers to critics

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

In my fingers but i

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

I eat these skaters like chicken

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

When i eat that chicken,

I'm caged up in state prison