This is a song about "Hot wings"

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

If you had, one shot

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

It's a fools fatewithout your word

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence