This is a song about "We are hustling"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

We are on the fucking cusp

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Sometimes i think, what i need

They cunts think that we are weak

So tell me why are we at war.

Summer time, different shore

You have this letter

Now we are together

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Like we are free , but hello bitch

Inside we are coming in a

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

The underdog of the underground has come far

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