This is a song about "Hustle game"

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Aren't you somethin', an original

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

I can respect the hustle

Just like an animal

Of finding myself as an individual

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Hustle for money and making livings

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits