This is a song about "Black hawk down"

She was wet off the bat

While i freakin' spit black

And i thought i was black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Top dropped down, black on black

Make the fingers snap

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Type e shit like gradius, fashion so radiant, shootin; hawk missiles

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

I'll take down all emcees, whether the black or the white,

Third eye wise so fly, hawk eye, i, never walk in chalk line, i talk mines

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.