This is a song about "Harsh duchess"

Come up to me with something harsh

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

These harsh words that i be spittin'

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

To say i suck is kinda harsh yo

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms