This is a song about "Money and birds"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I'm in awe from all of those features

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Hustle for money and making livings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

All that bullshit's for the birds

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And i drop top off in a hot cold