This is a song about "Your hard"

Im throw punches in lines so hard it will disfigure your face,

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

You think your crew's hard? better guess again,

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

But it's hard when i look at your face

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

You think your crews hard? you ain't ready for this shit

Hard to not hear your sound

I'mma catch you next time around

Yeah you have your memories but its hard to believe em

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Your getting parred, lyricly flopped hard