This is a song about "Finding wings"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

He wishes he had a pair of wings

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Silicone bitches got the confidence

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

It's a fools fatewithout your word

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

America will find a way to eliminate the problem