This is a song about "Birds of prey"

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

You know...you know who you are

Than the birds on the wire

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

In fact i snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

And she throws up whatever she eats

His prey stays vulnerable and he leaps