This is a song about "Hardcore"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

You think you hardcore i already fucked the beat

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

My flows hardcore, sharper than a raw sword

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

As i sit back and reminisce memories on a hardcore track

Now we must stand tall

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Im spittin at you hardcore here goes geronimo

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

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