This is a song about "Red wings"

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Music getting you up,like you got wings

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

He wishes he had a pair of wings

She don’t give her nigga head

Covered the room in splattered red,

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

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