This is a song about "Cool birds"

Please sugar don't come alone

Kill 10 birds with one stone

My words, skillful like flying birds,

That try to chase these skirts

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

If you aint cool with me i aint cool with u

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

All my shit designer

Than the birds on the wire