This is a song about "Angel wings"

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

I fight in a pool sweat just like jacob and his angel

I got my wings in a flurry

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Got a nigga seein things

He wishes he had a pair of wings

The winged angel with a knife

Had to escape the life

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

But i broke her wings and knees

Like being garbage some type of disease

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

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