This is a song about "Hardcore diss raps"

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Cause you are on the diss,

And you ride with this

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

And even worse my raps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Don't diss albert einstein mind.

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

You cant even write a good diss?

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war