This is a song about "Chicken wings"

He wishes he had a pair of wings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Bitch, am like a maxipad, cuz i got wings,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

My talent should take me places i've never been

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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