This is a song about "Bird houses"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Flaunted spouses, and haunted houses

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

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

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

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