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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Hustle for dis country money

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Like a small garage in your backyard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble