This is a song about "Heavy hustle"

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

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Ain't nothing here minimal

So shakie had to hustle

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I can respect the hustle

Lady at the frank stand will

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

I flow to hustle, but how hustle flows, it negates how i flow-hustle for dough

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

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see