This is a song about "Wings"

I got my wings in a flurry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

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

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Flying around, wings flapping/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

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

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

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

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

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

He wishes he had a pair of wings