This is a song about "Black hawk"

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

My president is black

She always comin back

Don’t you be holding back

The villian’s back and venom black

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

To their backs and attract the black on black