This is a song about "A pigeon that can transport drugs"

You constantly say,that you do drugs,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Doin drugs as a hobby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

C’mon and let’s chill baby

That these drugs brought to me/

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Thinks he's a mad thug stacking a stash of crack drugs

Show yourself what have you hidden so get ridden or i will u mark u peace like a pigeon

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs