This is a song about "Birds of war"

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

You ain't gotta worry no more

The final war of the whack and sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing