This is a song about "Hustlin bitch"

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

You jennifer love hewitt and bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

I'm sure to get rich

And i'll stay fuckin your bitch!

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

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

You coming at me bitch

Now you speaking my language

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

They vaguely decipher my language