This is a song about "A group of parrots walk into a bar"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Got some ass on her, it will be a trio, group of three

To walk into my abode and fight without a compensation,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Evaporates into a heap of steam

Your developmental league don’t see a team

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

We walk into the room from a million different places

Drunken bastard from a bar

6 o's pay for my car