This is a song about "Annoying times when you deal with same person bothering you"

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

So, what the fuck would you say? it's annoying on the radio,

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

You get so annoying like a stupid wife

Same weed good times with a different scent

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

You trynna battle me is like hobos bothering with

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You put up a front to deal with us, it’s so fake it hurts,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

But of course you don't mind when your submitting the prints to the times.

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

And all you half cock bitches ganna deal with it,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Your so fucking annoying i should call you a parakeet,