This is a song about "Red wings"

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

That we picked up at the last concert

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Covered the room in splattered red,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

Watch your body turn indian red,

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

You could say i'm friends with fred

And then i saw the red,