This is a song about "Hardcore shooting"

Hes hardcore? i heard he commits misdemeanors

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

Shows to do, got record to sell

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I go all out, cuz am so hardcore.

Then the world ain't no trick no more

He was acting like a hardcore punk

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Now of days people will be shooting,

Where you welcome to problems

Like fudd snooping, shooting for ducks.

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws