This is a song about "Outer core"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Feeling these lace disses like a stubbed toe, bro i rhyme beyond outer space/

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

You see i gotta go to war

I teach 'em a lesson like common core,

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for