This is a song about "Atlanta hawks"

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

About new orleans, atlanta, miami, or the birmingham,

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,