This is a song about "Butterfly wings grow from care and love and family grows from compashion"

Had i not been exposed to these things

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

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

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

I could go big, or it could explode in my face like a hand grenade.

But now with the support of friends and family nothing from it will penetrate

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

What's the appeal? to you hurting people i care and love?/

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

I've loved watching our love unfurl, loved watching you grow from a girl,

She's dancing out on the floor, come on baby give me a twirl

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

Taking to soon from dis world never thought you'd be taking from your family and friends

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes