This is a song about "Oror and"

Then to try to chase these men

And get it again and again

Grab the scissors and saws and

And get caught, in the moment

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Bun b, i’m underground king

And i'm dizzy and spinning

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Living young and wild and free

I’m a hustla, baby