This is a song about "Hard to the core"

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Gotta store this in your core to denture the best parts, although

Sometimes it’s hard to find the words to say

I swear i'm coming back one day

Rhymes can pop off from the top but true rap comes from the core

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

True hip hop to core i soar high while you hit the floor

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Hard to throw 4 years out the window

Ironically it subs like a hero

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

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core