This is a song about "Cool birds"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Damn, why can i be that cool

And my main bitch, she just started school

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

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

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

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

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Far away from home