This is a song about "Tricked you"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

You know that i love you

Nobody cares about you except you

And if i do go you better come through

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

When you see me you begin you hibernation.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Don't try to get past these tricked out rhymes/

But i muscle rap

Thinking about you, you slag

No thank you, just fuck you,

Raised by a momma who, who

You know i love you right,

Parallel on the other side

You got to have your game tight

Whether you wrong or you right