This is a song about "My gang hardcore"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Fly bitch gang we did that

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Walk past me and i'll give him some hardcore fucking punch

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Yo this guy thinks he's hardcore

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

I ain't mad at cha

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah