This is a song about "Hard hard hard nasty dirty sex with vaginas and penises"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard

Ritualistic and plenty hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

While working on my mistakes

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I cant stop never stop goin hard stay with hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

With no food man ask my momma it was very hard