This is a song about "Harsh duchess"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

My game is harsh, like the third reich

We been down for too long but that's alright

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,