This is a song about "Hustle until i die"

It was my home by i made die

I wonder why, i sit and cry

I need to get away before i die

You know i want a piece of that pie

I'm on the block as usual

I can respect the hustle

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Lord i'm ready, born again, hustle, 'till i found jesus christ,

No one notice your struggle

Man i hustle, i hustle.

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Smoke until i get dizzy bitch!

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

So i now understand why some of em had to hustle

This ain't a diss this is some real shit, i'll represent my color until i die g shit

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit