This is a song about "Two birds talking about people going to heaven"

For talking shit about the bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

They like talking, its like gossip

Talking about fight club,

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Talking about your materialistic interests

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

So what? you're just going to stop talking to me

Ironically,im the world that youre talking about

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Why are you talking about your gang

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and