This is a song about "It was a bird box baby"

I was just as small as a baby cub

Without your love it's cold as fuck

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Since that night i’m like a bird

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Fuck what you heard

With foreign names, valet the range

Like a bird without a cage

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

When i was a baby i didn't have a rattle, i had a pen

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

To give me a listen. but if my shit was in the juke box would anyone pick it?

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Like you were a stillborn baby who was still born