This is a song about "Hardcore rap"

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

You ain't hardcore, you're a whore and just like your girl you want more.

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

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Still unravelling rap

I'm about to snap

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

You couldn't live your life for the moment

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Secret society all we ask is trust

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You think you hardcore i already fucked the beat