This is a song about "Angel wings"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

He wishes he had a pair of wings

By the water, au revoir to my audience

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

So now she picks up the gun

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

But i broke her wings and knees

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,