This is a song about "Birds and bees"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Cause there'll never be peace

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Well, that's what you are

Than the birds on the wire

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

And then we'll be ghost

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls