This is a song about "Penguin birds"

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Kill 10 birds with one stone

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Like a penguin 'cause he's still lying in bed asleep

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

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past

Shout out bobby on hundreds

All that bullshit's for the birds

Than the birds on the wire

All my shit designer

I love the way you're standing

Like those birds i'll keep flapping