This is a song about "Birds of the same feather flock together cones red on a majestic street corner"

Hitting the singing feather

Fuck them, fly together

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

Well, maybe not forever

But ima be the feather

Leading the world with a flock of doves

She can make a pimp fall in love

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And if you see a lil ahh ho3 on the corner give that ho3

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow