This is a song about "Money and birds"

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

My words, skillful like flying birds,

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Take my bus and bust down money

I just want somebody i can see