This is a song about "Hardcore"

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

I'm fuckin' hardcore, i hope ya'll understand that.

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

He was acting like a hardcore punk

They fiend in the door

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Big homie hov said i am close

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow