This is a song about "A hardcore rap"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

Walk past me and i'll give him some hardcore fucking punch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

'cause i'm beginning to feel like a rap god, rap god

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Here come a technical rap

So i'm one with that

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

You wanna rap me aren't u ashamed ? ,i don't rap a dame

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

He was acting like a hardcore punk