This is a song about "Atlanta hawks"

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man