This is a song about "Use your wings and learn to fly"

Guess i see it's my turn

And shit i live to learn,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

Wordplay helps you need to learn how to use it,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Use dog shit to mask your fucking scent

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You think your fly as fuck and got the cost to be the boss?

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings