This is a song about "Wings"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Music getting you up,like you got wings

Im on acid trips it looks like vultures and there wings are flapping

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Had i not been exposed to these things

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Is it this black mercedes

But i broke her wings and knees

In the lambo looking like a fly

Spread our wings and fly up up to the sky

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

You bite off more than you can chew you got wings but you never flew

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

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence