This is a song about "Chicken wings"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And get on down with this thc vision

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Flying around, wings flapping/