This is a song about "Hardcore raps"

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I can only construct raps

And all she wants is to dance

And even worse my raps

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

You think you hardcore i already fucked the beat

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

Ain't even tryna hold back

This raps probably wack

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

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack