This is a song about "Birds of prey"

All that bullshit's for the birds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

They're the prey, that's why we take the offensive

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I may not know any of them but still i prey,

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day