This is a song about "Angel wings"

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

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

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

The winged angel with a knife

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

He wishes he had a pair of wings

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick