This is a song about "Three little birds"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

From the discussion of top three

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

You heard a little #birdie #tweet, fuck what the birds say

I do it for the birds

That try to chase these skirts

She wanna be grown

Kill 10 birds with one stone

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

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Shows to do, got record to sell