This is a song about "Bird beak"

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I make it look easy like a bird humming

Ok you think a nigga shallow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

They call me say, word

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird