This is a song about "Hetty feather"

Going broke, no sir

But ima be the feather

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Poke out from behind her

Hitting the singing feather

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Please, you were my feather

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Ink, feather, and paper cuts