This is a song about "Working hard making money"

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

She likes the way it hits her lips

Hustle for money and making livings

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I making money everywhere i go

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

The way we making money on some stupid shit

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Show how hard i've been working lately

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Making things hard to find

For that paper, i'mma grind