This is a song about "Come home pretty bird"

That is a heck of a thing for the wife when you come home,

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Fuck what you heard

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Like a bird without a cage

And i pray that never change

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Rappers please step forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/

But black kids come home to no father,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I'll come up to you, spray you down, and drive-by when you're home alone,

Ima come to yo home with it

It's all good, finna dog that