This is a song about "White hawk"

Hoes row got beans in them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

And i am ahead of my time like false starters

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

I can smell it when i go outside

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I got that powder, i got that white