This is a song about "Three little birds"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

All that bullshit's for the birds

Trying to catch me riding dirty

And you know its just us three

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Or two. or maybe three?

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

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

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds