This is a song about "Beautiful birds"

I got rich from a little struggle

Don't pretend that we're beautiful

I do it for the birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds

That try to chase these skirts

My words, skillful like flying birds,

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

All that bullshit's for the birds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds