This is a song about "Birds chirping"

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

All that bullshit's for the birds

Singing my life with his words

And this will be the song that we sing

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

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

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

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

The bird's are even chirping louder than ever