This is a song about "Hustle or struggle"

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Thats why we struggle to realize

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

All i want is you

Which makes me hustle my q

My eyes open, another day another struggle,

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

No one seems to know my struggle or where i come from,

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

She's flawless like some uncut ice

We struggle just to survive

Lady at the frank stand will

Now thats the fucking struggle

Alright? don't try to fight, struggle or pull a knife

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price