This is a song about "Sunny the hustler og kush molly slanging bad bitch"

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat, suck leech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

From out of nowhere

Og like the prince of bel air,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef