This is a song about "Three little birds"

Yo man bars part number three

On they twitter writing novels, see

Actions speak louder than words

I do it for the birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds

All that bullshit's for the birds

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

From the discussion of top three

Please boo what's your size crazy

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.