This is a song about "Hustlin"

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

As: and while you’re in my mother

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

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

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