This is a song about "Birds kilo"

You know i want a piece of that pie

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

I say that the pool is closed

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die