This is a song about "Hustling and drug money"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Dc, man over money

Hustling tryna make this p

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Or call you up, or send a text

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?