This is a song about "Hustle it down ression"

Like the big bad wolf blow it down,

Then get out your seat and jump around

He won't sit down, given the crown

Lemme take ya back, break it down

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Of finding myself as an individual

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

I'm the talk of the town

Gave it all up, laid it all down

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Down and i knew it, i was young but i felt it

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket