This is a song about "Hardcore diss"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Uppity bitches, handling business

I’m better stacked that you never diss

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

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Because this record is only to diss

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Cause you are on the diss,

Niggas talk with limited service