This is a song about "Shit birds"

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

You know...you know who you are

Than the birds on the wire

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Actions speak louder than words

I like big butts and i cannot lie

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock