This is a song about "Hot wings"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

So let me tell you about this guy

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

But i broke her wings and knees

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

When that thing gon fly

With no wings, feeling sly

I’m so fly even though i don’t even got me a pair of wings.

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience