This is a song about "Buffalo wild wings"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Leave em waitin like buffalo bill, but no basket

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

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

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

This is to my unborn child

And they going fucking wild

But i broke her wings and knees

You gotta breathe and be at ease

From the womb, my newborn child

I was young and running wild,