This is a song about "Birds and the bees"

Than the birds on the wire

Huh, i can't interpret her

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And all my childhood memories

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees