This is a song about "Hardcore gangsta raps"

I go all out, cuz am so hardcore.

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

We buy out stores till its all too gone

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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

The shit that i spit is more

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,