This is a song about "The love for the street life and the grind of the hustle"

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Nothing but me and the love of my life nonstop battling,

Cause you can't knock the hustle

The world is so typical

And still a nigga made it here

To knock the hustle for real

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

An allusion to the grind

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Just before they seen my money in the green

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

Me for the rest of my life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Ain't nothing here minimal

(cause you can't knock the hustle)