This is a song about "Hustle tight"

No one notice your struggle

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

Got to the end of the tunnel

I can respect the hustle

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I'm modest, and humble

Man i hustle, i hustle.

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

And dreamin', there ain't reason for breathin', can't knock the hustle,