This is a song about "Harsh coroners"

And the harsh shit hits the suburbs, and they're able to save,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Riding through palm beach, damn this is a harsh tour.

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

#two #coroners take you #to #corners to die, close your eyes,

When bret hart meet brett farve

Come up to me with something harsh

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box