This is a song about "Red swan wings"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

This a different motor man better go to work

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Found dead covered in red

These jordan 4′s: check

And then i saw the red,

That's boa, see that's my set