This is a song about "Hustlin"

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

You told me god was the answer

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

Want the title but im always fighting under card