This is a song about "Hard core diss bars"

I've searched through my core,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

My bars are so hard leave you on a gurney

As i seenobody cares about my history

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

With hot bars i hit hard- leaven your charred split scarred

You in debt to the game success is expected

Bars so hard it will lyrically split ya kid

Alcohol and booty calls

Inner core, intercourse

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Did you make your bars that great, nope, it ain't hard to tell

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard