This is a song about "Birds chirpin"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

Actions speak louder than words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

I do it for the birds

Singing my life with his words