This is a song about "Birds windows money"

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Glass windows, with a real nice view

I think i could save you

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

They forgot about the fourth coast

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

My bitches fuck me good

And the windows are tinted.