This is a song about "Longer hard rap"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Like you to me ima rap god past hard

Who don't need a deal to rap hard, or even the appeal of a black card

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And youre no longer whole.

This shit has got my soul

Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard

Cuz my rap shit is crazy, i always go hard

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

No longer the person teachers adore

New york, va, dc, get paid

You no longer irate,

For no longer am i scared,

See, you're my best friend

Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america