This is a song about "Hustling money cars"

Soon as the stooly sings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Hustling tryna make this p

I’m tryna be low key

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,