This is a song about "Hustle kings"

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

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Yeah come holla at your uncle

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Which makes me hustle my q

And real bitches don't respect you

Ain't nothing here minimal

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

To knock the hustle for real

But it's clouds over here

Last time you had beef was when you went to burger kings

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings