This is a song about "Missing my pretty bird"

Lazy sundays make my friends think i've gone missing

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I try to sound dope, but my rhymes are pretty sickly

*flic* my bic i'll flip you the bird, now ya heard a sick rap and a dope rappa your shit's absurd

Even when i fuck my girlfriend i threaten her with a chainsaw if she doesnt squirt

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

They call me say, word

Too stoned to kill a bird/

With my lyrics i'm elusive, two stones for my one bird

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

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

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find