This is a song about "Spastic hawk"

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

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

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

Cause u went spastic so many times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols