This is a song about "Hustle kings"

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

The world is so typical

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Fuck is you doing here

To knock the hustle for real

Hustle for money and making livings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Rap satanist thinking that they are kings,

Man i hustle, i hustle.

I got rich from a little struggle