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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Never laid a fist on you

What preceded was the clue

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Cause kappa's sadistic, slap them and fist them

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

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

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

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The enemies know my fist and the groundfloor better anything