This is a song about "Hustle struggle simplistic ballistic televised"

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

So down to earth it's just ballistic

I can respect the hustle

Lady at the frank stand will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Aren't you somethin', an original

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

Cause you can't knock the hustle

As i light one for ill will

Thats why we struggle to realize

Never really been into the ice

I can always depend on my mama

Its the struggle we got gotta