This is a song about "The streets in my hustle and i been though the struggle"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

They say he the key to my blessings

Been on the streets for five years

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Even though i feel like im in the lost and never found

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,