This is a song about "Hawk"

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

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

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

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

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