This is a song about "Street hustle"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Last of a dying breed

Yea we hard on the street

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Man i hustle, i hustle.

Ain't nothing here minimal

Wen i walk down ya street

I’m way harder than the concrete

Hustle for money and making livings

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Leave you severed across the street

Now we all in the street

This is the concrete