This is a song about "Wings"

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Music getting you up,like you got wings

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

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

You fags wear #jeremy #scott #wings, fly sneakers on

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

So perfect we spread our wings and fly like two doves

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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