This is a song about "Chicken wings"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

When i eat that chicken,

Think fast, fast women

Music getting you up,like you got wings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Flying around, wings flapping/

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

I eat these skaters like chicken

And i am one of one

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

For the outlawz, here we come

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,