This is a song about "Three little birds"

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Fuck, i was number three,

My slight fo's just talk dirty

How simple they are

Than the birds on the wire

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

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

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

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand