This is a song about "I go hard"

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

I go hard in the paint, you soft as fur - chinchilla

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Then now i would go play at shows and be hard on the radio,

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I didn't even go hard on my delivery