This is a song about "Hardcore niggaz"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

This shit ain't nothing new though

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

But my niggaz in paris

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

And tell where a lot of niggaz got they whole style from