This is a song about "Hot wings"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

In the limelight being red hot

So take the stage just show me what you got

With no wings, feeling sly

And in fact i can’t deny

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Got tired of running from the police

But i broke her wings and knees

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings