This is a song about "Shit birds"

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

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

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

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

All that bullshit's for the birds

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

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

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

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

Why not me the same thing

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

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

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies