This is a song about "Flying birds"

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

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

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

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Drink this , it keeps you flying

That try to chase these skirts

I do it for the birds

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Than the birds on the wire

Huh, i can't interpret her

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

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank