This is a song about "Hawks and eagles"

And get caught, in the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And stop playing hide and seek,

The way that it calms, but i feel like powered eagles,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And a fridge and some broccoli

That's why i'm makin' money

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last