This is a song about "Cheesy bird mess"

They call me say, word

Too stoned to kill a bird/

It's a fools fatewithout your word

I'm here, flying through bars like flappy bird/

Too stoned to kill a bird/

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My love for her is getting cheesy like the cheddar.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Sleazy bitches easily licking the cheesy kettle spoon

I don't know why i'm even on this track

It's supper time and i need my cheesy mac

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

I make it look easy like a bird humming

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king