This is a song about "The blue bird"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I'm a be so rocky than the fuking blue ridge.

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

A bird swooped to the tree of truth, carried and flew,

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker