This is a song about "Angry birds"

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Know i just call it head phone

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

All that bullshit's for the birds

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Is she happy is she angry or confused

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds