This is a song about "Come home pretty bird"

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Ima come to yo home with it

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

I pipe in and one night her

But black kids come home to no father,

And i doubt that ever change

Like a bird without a cage

Too stoned to kill a bird/

They call me say, word