This is a song about "Core team"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

Inner core, intercourse

Huh, a metaphor of course

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Im so good i need no tag team

I’m addicted to coke all the way to the core

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor

Me and my whole damn team,

Man this life is but a dream