This is a song about "Hardcore music"

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

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

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

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

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Knowing when its over blastin music