This is a song about "Hardcore music"

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

As soon as i walk in the door

You feel it from your head to your toes

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Hard to make it in music/

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit