This is a song about "Buffalo wings"

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

With no wings, feeling sly

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Silenced the lambs and made buffalo bill put on the lotion,

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Flying around, wings flapping/

Slaying niggas in they sleep, buffalo bill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings