This is a song about "Hawk"

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Is less then any thing like the tony hawk is

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.

Hawk up venom, i'm a street poet through rigorous times,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip