You can't even begin to understand the amount of metaphors here. But let's just point out the things u ain't realize. That birdcage rests on my wrist like a sundial. But it ain't got no birds in it. Take that in. Peacock feathers coming out my back, so a G can blend in. Peep how da vintage shoes don't fit. Someone told me I cain't walk a mile in their shoes, but I'd be damned if didn't try. Walked 2 miles. Belt, made out of twigs, lookin like a nest. Cuz I ain't left the hood and if I ever do, I'm taking my hood with me. It's like how can I ever be free? Can I ever be free? Them chocolates are because I'm worth it.