This is a song about "Driving bird"

Too stoned to kill a bird/

I ain't trynna be forward

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

I feel an irony assuming you look like a tweety bird

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

The concept is so absurd

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Call me a clown but a week from now

And garage for what i'm driving.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right