This is a song about "Hustle game"

I be stuck to you

Which makes me hustle my q

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

To knock the hustle for real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

I'm smoking psychedelics, i hustle like a felon

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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