This is a song about "Bird farts"

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

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

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Black bird out in the club tonight

Three times cause fate had my side

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got the farts, well contained

Like a bird without a cage

With foreign names, valet the range