This is a song about "Hard and static"

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I became the counterpart and learned to hold the hard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Hard, and no you can't resist this,

Pocket racked up all big faces

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Right? and i know things may have been hard,

And you my nigga tho, no hard feelings

Before we see it's hard to live

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Fuck that job been around that block

Ball hard and we dont flop