This is a song about "Hardcore gangsta raps"

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

The day before is better than the present

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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