This is a song about "Angel wings"

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Bitch, am like a maxipad, cuz i got wings,

I got my wings in a flurry

But make sure if they do see

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Music getting you up,like you got wings

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

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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