This is a song about "Post hardcore"

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

I go all out, cuz am so hardcore.

So before you post better think ahead,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Im hardcore, your only that country dump

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Post cards and my letters

Know just what your worth

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Knees dug deep into the pavement