This is a song about "Hustlin"

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Prolly on water, they all on water

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

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