This is a song about "Hardcore rap"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

You feel it from your head to your toes

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

He finally begins to rap,

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,

Twista finna get up on the track

So i'm one with that

And sense when because i rap,

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap