This is a song about "Jet life money hustling"

Particularly my cousin's hustling,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Hustling tryna make this p

Lets come up to my city