This is a song about "Flying birds"

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Why not me the same thing

Makes me feel like im flying

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Bun b, i’m underground king

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds