This is a song about "Bird gang"

Fly bitch gang we did that

It was all bad

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

I be ballin, they wonder why

In every bird i see fly

I'm here, flying through bars like flappy bird/

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

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