This is a song about "Wings of fire"

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

In his silver cart of fire i shall one day ride

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

I'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered