This is a song about "Come home pretty bird"

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Dad said you never come home and visit him

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Yellow feathers splittin letters like big bird

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Rappers please step forward

When they come back home, they know there's always more/

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Too stoned to kill a bird/

They call me say, word