This is a song about "Atlanta hawks"

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

If you need my assistance there'll be no resistance

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

As i seenobody cares about my history

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

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

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn