This is a song about "Birds"

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Shout out bobby on hundreds

All that bullshit's for the birds

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing