This is a song about "Flying birds"

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

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

I mean of course just the same old

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

I was born to do the damn thing

Innumerable bone crosses and flying saucers

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

Took the van, went snatch her

Than the birds on the wire

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

"flying mentally through a mystical jungle

Don’t you ever get too comfortable