This is a song about "Catherine called birdy"

There's one called christianity

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

All these so called new schoolers

Talking of the gods you serve

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

They called my effort bullshit

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

We can't afford to pay the lease, we release, called,

As i light one for ill will

Called up yo girl to come chill

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Flows chose, dispose the so called pros

Ain't no women at the shows