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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Deezy runs the game with an iron fist, and that is for real.

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya