This is a song about "Hustle money"

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

Got to the end of the tunnel

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

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

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

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list