This is a song about "Harsh duchess"

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Gently through and through, truth is truth, harsh or loose, leave a bruise,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars