This is a song about "Heavy hustle"

Ah, god damn it, you're fucking heavy.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Back to times square...i got dimes here

To knock the hustle for real

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

Hustle for dis country money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

And dreamin', there ain't reason for breathin', can't knock the hustle,

And all she wants is to dance

Brought the caviar and heavy plans,

So shakie had to hustle

I'm modest, and humble