This is a song about "Awesome birds"

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

Not creative, no lexicon; i'm awesome!

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit

The corporations are cold, but then it's awesome indoors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

And my regime includes east coast