This is a song about "Black eagle"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

I can't turn back

We kung-fu that jack black/

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

My vocals lethal, as i soar like an eagle.

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness