This is a song about "These hard streeta"

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Thinking how this shit is hard,

A working genius, a work of art

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Its easy to master these bars, its not really hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

What to do with these bars, huh? y'all say lucifer's hard,

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Man my journey was hard

U tryin to act hard with these weak lyrics u spit

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit