This is a song about "Fist bumps and chicken wing"

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

When i eat that chicken,

She watchin' that oxygen

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Instead i misled, and i hit you with a closed fist.

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Crispy, crispy chicken.

If you wanted a date, don't come

And i could see you coming home after work late

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade