Shot at some birds

Even with clean bill of health I’m Mean ill and stealth
With good themes like hood teams with slang and deft
Like Lil Wayne I build frames like architects with wealth
Then march correct and stealth like soldiers in parades
Holders of grenades and entrenching tools sings them serenades
Got pride rhyme and fact but my hands tied behind my back
Kidnapped because I blew the lid off rap left MC’s blind and whack
Stuff pillows in my quotes and puff billows of smoke like dragons
Winging the skies and stinging eyes with fire got boats and wagons
Fill with gas and will thrill a mass of cowboys not even john Wayne
Can calm my flames, when rhymes in tune have to bind up wounds with plain
Bandages after sustain damages to many microphones, literacy hard to maintain
Fasten grammar around a clown’s neck and it choke like a rope and
Hang em High like Clint Eastwood keep coming with a dope plan
Fix a computer with with my six shooter a smith-n-wesson mayne
Surrendered to the population hindered from my occupation no job
Use the muscle of my feet to hustle on streets don’t get involve with slobs
Sparrows pollute absurd so I shoot birds with legit pride they try
Shit on my ride, at the Virginia Beach MILKY WAY HAIR SHOW fly
My top dropped listenining to Hip Hop heard pigeons over the pavilion
Reach in my pock pulled the glock dived with desire and live fire civillians watched
As bullets were shot in the divine witty air like shyne in the P DIDDY affair squashed
My finger on the trigger the weapon grew bigger, some bum yelled stop
Started to smell cops looked up saw the police with flashing candles and hot
Sirens “drop your weapon” I did got handcuffed face down felt like a disgraced
Clown