This is a song about "Hustle the god"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Look the hustle flows regardless of these dudes hustles n' flows

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To knock the hustle for real

She said my love is outta here

Man i hustle, i hustle.

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Keep the bitches on my dick

Im a god on the mic