This is a song about "Buffalo wild wings"

Don't want to be the king

Flying around, wings flapping/

Their sayin on my mind

Then they going fucking wild

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

I was young and running wild,

From the womb, my newborn child

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

'buffalo bill' stepping in, time to perfect things off

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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