This is a song about "I tirs"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

I messed up i guess, i will admit

I suppose i should tell you

And word i blew off herb i grew

You were right here all along

I think where i went wrong.

I can't eat, i can't sleep

Nightmare on any street

I though i was red hot

And it don’t stop

Man i hustle, i hustle.

I'm modest, and humble