This is a song about "Dead bird"

Since that night i’m like a bird

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Too stoned to kill a bird/

The concept is so absurd

That rap is mostly dead/

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Like a bird without a cage

When i pull up in that candy range

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.