This is a song about "Hawk"

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

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

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

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

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