This is a song about "Hard core drugs"

Inner core, intercourse

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

After a long night of taking hard drugs hopefully i can get to sleep

Fission conflagration at the core of this sensation

Only concern was the home that was close to him

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick