This is a song about "Dodo birds"

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Love my women with high heels and high standards

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Let my angel sing

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

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

Birds fly, do they fly free, are they locked to the earth knowing why she

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

All that bullshit's for the birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds