This is a song about "Little birds"

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

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

And then we'll be ghost

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Shout out bobby on hundreds

All that bullshit's for the birds