This is a song about "7 core functions"

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

You burn my epidermis? i go beyond burning you're corneas with heat from a neutron core

Fission conflagration at the core of this sensation

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

"but it's not that, i know the feeling and this isn't it albeit its near its core"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Inner core, intercourse

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core