This is a song about "Black hawk down"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Top dropped down, black on black

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

But in that that rapper illness i was not in a flying flock but i was a survivor hawk

So motherfucka don't appear when the money's homelil' homie done grew into a big dog

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Hawk,two fingers each hole in the spot i giver the spock,

We kung-fu that jack black/

Sneak up on attack

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

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short