This is a song about "Hawk"

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

Watch him in a lyrical rattles, watchin' him spit, starin' at him like a hawk//

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Is less then any thing like the tony hawk is

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

You bloggers hawk a lot of drama; we're talking it slow,

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one