This is a song about "We are hustlers"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

Going broke, no sir

Now we are together

That we are not a lone

That he dont even own

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

Our nation have to bow, africa

Inside we are coming in a

I gotta teach hoes

No, no, we are not those

Lady at the frank stand will

Right now we are plentiful

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long