This is a song about "Core"

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

On my canvas i'm an artist i seek earths core for stardust

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed

Then i gut em to the core

Up in my new two door

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

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

I've searched through my core,

That's what rains for

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

I got sexy ladies all over the floor