This is a song about "The hussle"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Im the one waring the mussel,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

You a lady boss, now you fly free

The fiends supply the shady

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt