This is a song about "Money and birds"

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Young money like drake and nicki

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

All that bullshit's for the birds

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

Hustle for money and making livings

You can hear it in my lyrics

That try to chase these skirts

All that bullshit's for the birds

When you spill out hits

"money and blood don't mix

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny