This is a song about "Hot wings"

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

I think it's more racist than ratings

He wishes he had a pair of wings