This is a song about "Birds"

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

We was high school peers, in junior high

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

Hand to hand in the cold

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

Singing my life with his words

I do it for the birds

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I got more hoes than tiger

Than the birds on the wire

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words