This is a song about "Hardcore shooting"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I'm fuckin' hardcore, i hope ya'll understand that.

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Say aaah and open wide, im shooting projectiles

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

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

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

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

To them it's just a story

Im going on a shooting spree