This is a song about "Finding wings"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

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

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

With no wings, feeling sly

I be ballin, they wonder why

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,