This is a song about "The hustle on the streets"

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

I got rich from a little struggle

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Cause you can't knock the hustle

Iv been on the streets for time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Lady at the frank stand will

I can respect the hustle

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs