This is a song about "Three little birds"

But make sure if they do see

Second peter one three

She going to borrow some money

Or two. or maybe three?

Yo man bars part number three

Take your time when you’re with me baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

At the age of fuckin three

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

All that bullshit's for the birds

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Those stupid birds are chirping in her ear keeps ringing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping