This is a song about "Wings of paris"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Bitch, am like a maxipad, cuz i got wings,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Music getting you up,like you got wings