This is a song about "Money cars hoes fake niggas struggle pain hustle"

Every since then our whole city been horrible

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

It's an everyday struggle we hustle and remain the nicest

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Hustle for money and making livings

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/