This is a song about "Hardcore diss raps"

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Because this record is only to diss

And even worse my raps

For setting up traps

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

We got to this

Cause you are on the diss,