This is a song about "Hustlin bitch"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

There ain't no fucking bitch

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Smoke until i get dizzy bitch!

Never agree with that message

Come sever the track bitch

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

I broke mama heart with no college

And i'll stay fuckin your bitch!

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language