This is a song about "Fat birds"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

All that bullshit's for the birds

Well, i can handle that

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Than the birds on the wire

I do it for the birds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

I love the way you're standing

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,