This is a song about "Atlanta hawks"

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

They calling me often to offer me walls

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

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

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,