This is a song about "Harsh traning"

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

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Come up to me with something harsh

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Forever we harness the power to be as harsh,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To say i suck is kinda harsh yo

Although thought that we would grow