This is a song about "Birds chirping"

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All that bullshit's for the birds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

My words, skillful like flying birds,

That try to chase these skirts

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

You heard a little #birdie #tweet, fuck what the birds say

Singing my life with his words

All that bullshit's for the birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Those stupid birds are chirping in her ear keeps ringing

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

The bird's are even chirping louder than ever

The plight of a rapper or whatever