This is a song about "Hustlin"

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Because you gotta finish a paper

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

The club underwater, have em running out the front

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard