This is a song about "Outer core"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I'm energize to the core, when they strain their vocal cords

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Genious brilliance core,leaving screaming for more,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Girl you got a lovely outer surface

I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Army stance, ready for war

Then i gut em to the core

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits