This is a song about "Hustling money cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

And i been hustling all day, this a way, that a way

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Hustling tryna make this p

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby