This is a song about "Wings of fire"

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

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Spitting drips of fire like the safe haven of satanist

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

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

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Lungs on fire to some beauty of her

You see i peeped it, pussy is power

Front page of the times, payback with fire rhymes.

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

The flight of wings left and right it speeds mightily so free in living legacies