This is a song about "Im on the hussle"

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Everyday a star is born

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

So sorry im on the road again the tour bus of sin

Stop blowing up my cellphone

And im hoppin on the microphone

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Yea im on the mike im on a hype you wna fight

Two lambs on the simmer while im cranking up the heat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

1am on a monday and im in the basement of the library/

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Im not but on the topic

So drop the slam and let's get sick