This is a song about "Hardcore cosplaying"

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

I feel a taser shot of electric fillin adrenaline like a hardcore criminal ruled innocent

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

I go all out, cuz am so hardcore.

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

You ain't hardcore, you're a whore and just like your girl you want more.

Walk past me and i'll give him some hardcore fucking punch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back