This is a song about "Birds and bees"

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

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

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

All that bullshit's for the birds

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Rideright back to the movies

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three