This is a song about "Getting money have to hustle writing ryhmes"

Writing rap is like a a certain picture, you have to capture.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Getting lyrically smacked, i barely even have to try.

All my niggas get together to gather loot

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Hustle for money and making livings

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Can't beleive the ryhmes i have read

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

She say she fucking with me the long way