This is a song about "Hardcore gangster"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

You think you hardcore i already fucked the beat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster