This is a song about "Birds eye view"

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

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

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

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

"got better view than imax, fucking your behind"

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

High as rockets and fly as falcons, i see the better view

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

That’s what i believe in , and that’s my point of view

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

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

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Just killed two birds and got stoned.