This is a song about "Fat birds"

Yo, i'll bet she be back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Know i just call it head phone

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

What we gotta do to survive

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards