This is a song about "Hardcore rapp"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Army stance, ready for war

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

And before the sun came up, he was gone

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

To be. i'm going to be hardcore i'm a good rapper but you want

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost