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

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

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

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Take yo face and make you eat my fucking fist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

When i eat that chicken,

I'm a son of gun

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid