This is a song about "Pure money hustle"

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

So shakie had to hustle

When she left me my heart was empty nothing pure

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Rapping with pure intelligence,

My flow is pure fire

Sucker mc’s should call me sire

I got rich from a little struggle

Cause you can't knock the hustle

To knock the hustle for real

All my love to these queens in here

Yeah come holla at your uncle

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It. those who support me are all lucky cuz that's pure money.