This is a song about "Wings of paris"

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

But i broke her wings and knees

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

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

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

The chick i have fucked was some whore named paris

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Flying around, wings flapping/

Flapjack, ooh he bring

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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