This is a song about "Hustle n"

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

Got four underneath the old-school as well

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

You can see my haters rest, yet my hustle excels

Not king james, these were coke kings

Hustle for money and making livings

But it's clouds over here

To knock the hustle for real

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the 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

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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