This is a song about "Being hopeless hustling"

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Choking now bowflex hopeless, coward

You know that love is a very serious thing

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

1995 the future hopeless, im the last surviving poet/

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

1995 the future hopeless, im the last survivin poet

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

But knowing it's hopeless i still try and argue,

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way