This is a song about "Hardcore music"

If you feel it, it must be real just

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust