This is a song about "Hardcore niggaz"

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

He was acting like a hardcore punk