This is a song about "Byrd"

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Cuz he was messing in no mans land

My god made the sea and land

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

So to tell the toys r us kids all across the land

My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Act like u swipe somethin, but u put it back on that shelf/

Still different ablers killing over what isn’t theirs

Oh i feel so alone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

Cause honestly i feel the radio is staright filler