This is a song about "No sleep hustler"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Homeless no where to sleep

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Willing, gotta hand in blackjack so you know i'm dealing. they call me hustler j,

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

From hustler rappers bragging about selling the whitest coke,

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

You never held no gat, yeezy's about to sleep you

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Sometimes i think better when i sleep

Maybe i just need some sleep,

If he does my soul to keep

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

I dont have to say it twice, no sleep, man i gotta get my rest out