This is a song about "White hawk"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

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

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

Cause everythang gonna be alright

I got that powder, i got that white

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light