This is a song about "Dodo birds"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

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

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

You heard a little #birdie #tweet, fuck what the birds say

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Actions speak louder than words

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

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I do it for the birds

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring