This is a song about "Come home pretty bird"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

The concept is so absurd

So i try to verse the worst one first before the dope ones try to steal my throne

And, i'm sad and alone praying and wishing for my nigga to come home

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

After that, i'll come home to a smile on my little daughters face/

Ballin in green like im larry bird

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Hov and yeezy, stop the talk, i'm ready to come back home/

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

C-diamonds home. come talk ill give advice to rap like me

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free