This is a song about "Hardcore music"

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

I make elevating music

Got a sign on my dick

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Knowing when its over blastin music

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

I just wanna make music,

I got some fire and shit

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag