This is a song about "We are hustlers"

Little latasha sho' grown

That we are not a lone

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

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

We are exactly like one another,

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

What else we are soppused to

And if i do go you better come through

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

We are bred by consumerism

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done