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

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

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

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Never laid a fist on you

The boa know they loving the crew

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model