This is a song about "Longer hard rap"

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Like you to me ima rap god past hard

Open up your contacts then scroll

And youre no longer whole.

See, you're my best friend

For no longer am i scared,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

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

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

No longer alive with out you,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Let the crowd choose who can last longer