This is a song about "Black birds"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Black as black like the blacktop/

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

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Took the van, went snatch her

Than the birds on the wire

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Let my angel sing

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Singing my life with his words

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you