This is a song about "Flying birds"

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Bun b, i’m underground king

In my mind is where i'm flying

I was born to do the damn thing

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

So anything do is everything to you

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact