This is a song about "Bird gang"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Silicone bitches got the confidence

And i got that bait, they all bad

Fly bitch gang we did that

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Since that night i’m like a bird

Why are you talking about your gang

You gotta understand man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

But never once in a gang

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

In every bird i see fly