This is a song about "Hardcore fuck"

Talking about the god you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

About disaster in the world and

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,