This is a song about "Hustlin"

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

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

But c-can't look up in that mirror

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

? all white but the phantom is all black