This is a song about "Hustle and grind"

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And you couldn't steal weights if you were born to hustle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

Fuck it maybe im blind, and i should i get on my grind

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

Man i hustle, i hustle.

Got to the end of the tunnel