This is a song about "Do the zephyr"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

Vijay singh and all of them

Or do you like the thumb

Nor all the things you do.

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Goddamn, the boy's back

I do it for the birds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Im just trynna do the unthinkable

Of finding myself as an individual

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever

Do you.and come out the ass do do

It may be not the same for you