This is a song about "Hard"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

The hard life is something hard to survive

Man my journey was hard

Snitches here don't got no heart

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I cant stop never stop goin hard stay with hard

I require more than bein hard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Knowing you trying to hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

My cousin dont get me hard,

From the time that you stole my heart

Ritualistic and plenty hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art