This is a song about "Flippin the bird"

*flic* my bic i'll flip you the bird, now ya heard a sick rap and a dope rappa your shit's absurd

Through glasses seeing everything as it passes, the work of the jerk in a working world

I used to sell them things in triangles

One day i was flippin channels/

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Judging my mentality. look up in the sky is it a bird is it a plane?

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I was like bird on the ground hurt and flapping, tryin' to fly but now i guess i mapped it.

Black bird out in the club tonight

My direction good, well-rounded type

I'm the justice bird you see in the sky i'm a eagle.

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/