This is a song about "Hard tack"

February cold as my heart

Every girl running hard.

Rat race no rat flow hard

They don't hear the bark

Thinking how this shit is hard,

And by the way i'mma start

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

They don't hear my bark

You act like you go hard

You down on your knees when you hear my dj's beat tickety tickety tack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

A working genius, a work of art

Ive got it pretty hard