This is a song about "Black hawk down"

Squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

While i freakin' spit black

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

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I ain't black i proudly admit in fact yo sit your ass down while i loudly shit it!

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

If white was the new black

I don't want it on my back