This is a song about "Harsh time"

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

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

My game is harsh, like the third reich

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

It's like i'm wasting my time,

No, just put us on death row

To say i suck is kinda harsh yo

Come up to me with something harsh

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Felt hard knocks used to sellin' them harsh rocks

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

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