This is a song about "Hawk"

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

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

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive