This is a song about "A bird"

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

*flic* my bic i'll flip you the bird, now ya heard a sick rap and a dope rappa your shit's absurd

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

The concept is so absurd

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Ballin in green like im larry bird

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I'm here, flying through bars like flappy bird/

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required