This is a song about "I m a hustler"

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

In private, not public in the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

A hustler from nazareth, i ain't no sucker

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions