This is a song about "Outer core"

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

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

Till its feeble and manipulated, fitting to our core

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Stop!everyday got a fright , but i'm gonna fight, don't care if the guy is black or

You burn my epidermis? i go beyond burning you're corneas with heat from a neutron core

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

They sent a nigga to outer space just to get lifted

I've searched through my core,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Then i gut em to the core

I ain't happy with the score