This is a song about "Finding wings"

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Finding that silver lining

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

They'll have to rename this one

Love is a mystery

I got my wings in a flurry

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

But i broke her wings and knees

Like being garbage some type of disease

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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