This is a song about "Hustlin for my son"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son

When i’m looking in the mirror

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

See, i'm second to no one

Get on my level son

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

// [but the kid is not my son]

You trying real hard to appeal to someone