This is a song about "Atlanta hawks"

Dimes in my socks the pigs watching like hawks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool