This is a song about "Broken wings"

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

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Come get some, you little bum

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Flying around, wings flapping/

Money ain't a thing

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

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

Streaks are made to broken

Just a place that they can come

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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