This is a song about "Black hawk"

But i still rap like a black

Can't win with a passive attack

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

I'm about to snap

Top dropped down, black on black

And i thought i was black

Don’t you be holding back

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Who happens to be black

Naked woman rub my back

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

I'm a fuckin hawk you're a pigeon with bird flu