This is a song about "You ain t hard bro"

See all these hating niggas went from eff you to you suck bro

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Bro you got an sms quick open your inbox

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Laylow bro you said you would battle but you never sent the request

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

#no #hard #feelings #bro, #just #for #fun.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Knowing you trying to hard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

If you think what you see on t v's bad

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that