This is a song about "Bitches cars broke hustle"

Which makes me hustle my q

Don't fuck around and make it true

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

I got rich from a little struggle

I can respect the hustle

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

My words are dope as fuck like absurd cars broke when they struck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Ain't nothing here minimal

So shakie had to hustle

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars