This is a song about "Hustle money"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Of finding myself as an individual

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

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

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

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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick