This is a song about "The hussle"

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Gotta say it was a good day

The key is the only way

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I love you though i'll still fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,