This is a song about "Wings of paris"

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

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

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

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

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

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

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

And get on down with this thc vision

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"