This is a song about "Wings"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

I got my wings in a flurry

I delete they history

So i guess that's where i hide my things

He wishes he had a pair of wings

Bought them their wings, cause all i see, is just the mistakes that the insecure world breeds

Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,