This is a song about "Hardcore poetry"

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

But nah, he is quite different

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

With my militia poetry tactics