This is a song about "Cool birds"

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Than the birds on the wire

I thought i recognized her

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,