This is a song about "Jay birds"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Those stupid birds are chirping in her ear keeps ringing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

How i cruise it with a fat jay

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

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