This is a song about "Bird watching"

Black bird out in the club tonight

Not only had the fiend died

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

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

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Watching ya kids through their window

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm always standing alone in this endless game, watching

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Too focused, one word

I just want somebody i can see

I think somebody's watching over me