This is a song about "Hardcore hood"

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

And you ain't gotta go to war

I go all out, cuz am so hardcore.

Call the crib, same number same hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

I don't live in the hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If theres a time that in the hood