This is a song about "Penguins and birds"

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

All that bullshit's for the birds

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Kill 10 birds with one stone

Gotta handle your own

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Something worth dying for

Than the birds on the wire

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell