This is a song about "Cold hearted hustle"

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

I was told i was cold hearted

That's when you know you doing shit

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Cold hearted, compose art, i do it now for jesus' name,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

I can respect the hustle

Ain't nothing here minimal

Started out a winner obsessed with cold hearted killers

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

I'm on the block as usual