This is a song about "Wings of paris"

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

He wishes he had a pair of wings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

They say he the key to my blessings

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

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

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

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

Cry, because inside, god didn't give them their wings to fly,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Flying around, wings flapping/