This is a song about "One flew over the cuckoos nest"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Code red, which means you go red

And im sure, that flew over your head/

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

That one word can be a voice over the election

And that i spent the night with her

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I called up my crew to the pad we flew

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

Because the night it's almost over

Jt: didn't get a gift for her