This is a song about "Hard core drugs"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Genious brilliance core,leaving screaming for more,

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

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Bonding over our love for drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

No money, power, or drugs,

Inner core, intercourse

Shots, they back and forth

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Emperor, hotter than an embers core