This is a song about "Bonless wings"

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

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Now everybody put your hands up high

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

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

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

Bought them their wings, cause all i see, is just the mistakes that the insecure world breeds