This is a song about "Hardcore gangster"

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

So while you worry about the hoes

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,