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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Hustle for money and making livings

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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

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