This is a song about "Pure money hustle"

Hustle for dis country money

Its a war with the enemy

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Surface to purge me worthless, whether pure fits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I can respect the hustle

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Soul pure like a girl keeping her virginity,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

We can leave before midnight for sure