This is a song about "Angel wings"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

How fitting we at stadium

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Before we see it's hard to live

The winged angel with a knife