This is a song about "Buffalo wings"

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Before a nigga finish put in the work

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

But i broke her wings and knees

Steal your love with ease

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

You bite off more than you can chew you got wings but you never flew

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

But for real, i'm in the the ocean, antipodal from buffalo