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

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Took me a while just to write those

You niggas aint got no hoes

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

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