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

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

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Never laid a fist on you

And word i blew off herb i grew

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience