This is a song about "Hardcore gangster"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

And these shape-shifting hoes

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

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

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

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster