This is a song about "Harsh"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

And fuck off if you think that's a little bit harsh

But it’s the goddamn truth, it’s a harsh reality (x2)

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

All the shit you put me through, that was harsh.

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Everyone’s pissed at me, saying i’m too harsh/