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

Raised by a momma who, who

Never laid a fist on you

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Closest you'll get is being chicken

But somehow it made them listen

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

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

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast