This is a song about "Penguin birds"

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

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

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

Those stupid birds are chirping in her ear keeps ringing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Kill 10 birds with one stone

So i ended up all alone

Than the birds on the wire

I think it excited her