This is a song about "Bird houses"

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

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,

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

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Black bird out in the club tonight

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

An #kief, that'll put the #little baby bird to #sleep

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him