This is a song about "Hustling money cars"

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Hustling tryna make this p

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

The good kid from the ugly city

Hustling tryna make this p

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

So all the hustling for nothing man