This is a song about "The white hawk"

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Is less then any thing like the tony hawk is

Go! you free to go about your business

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

You gotta make sure you aim right

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,