This is a song about "We are hustling"

And word i blew off herb i grew

What else we are soppused to

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

I wanna hear "i'm sorry. are we okay?"

I'm modest, and humble

Right now we are plentiful

So tell me why are we at war.

Some old bitch that we did before

Account the amount we are paid

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Inside we are coming in a

They claim it as their own, africa

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

We are on the fucking cusp

I ain't trying to be ignorant