This is a song about "Hardcore gangster"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

And i'm like a gangster

Just to let you know, you are

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Living a life harder than a gangster

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,