This is a song about "Bird"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Since that night i’m like a bird

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Too focused, one word

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Black bird out in the club tonight

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

The truth's there like the bird i seen flying

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

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