This is a song about "Chicken wings"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I got my wings in a flurry

See, i'm second to no one

When i eat that chicken,

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Had i not been exposed to these things

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Music getting you up,like you got wings

I woulda done anything for my own

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision