This is a song about "Love birds"

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

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

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

You heard a little #birdie #tweet, fuck what the birds say

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

Shout out bobby on hundreds

My words, skillful like flying birds,