Anything but what you would expect, a poor family in the projects of southside Atlanta rises to the top, pedaling a miracle — marijuana on steroids. They know only two things, family and survival: well — and secrets. Yet, there's no escaping harm's way...not even the secrets are safe. This urban experience manages to dovetail trying love, violence, lack of sophistication, twisted family values, killer instinct, and game-changing reefer distribution with far reaching tentacles into one pint sized stick of dynamite — Cha-Cha — A Mother of six, Wife of an ex-convict, and Hustler Extraordinaire with a fuse as short as she is.
A tear jerker, get emotionally entrenched in love so strong, you'd protect a fellow lost sheep at your own risk. Twist that with hatred for family so strong, you'd kill your own flesh and blood without batting your eyes. Meet trained killas and born killas. A mother nurtures them both and guarantees loyal mercenaries, the makings of her own cartel and her surprising successor. Like trained K-9s, they'll rip you apart at the command Go — Eat.
This Mother's Hustle is not just a game, it's everything to Cha-Cha, and it takes intelligence and survival instinct to stay alive and in control. Seriously plugged in, just when Cha-Cha thinks she's come up as a hustler, News Flash — A heart-stopping omen. Could this be strapping the pint sized dynamite to the towering monument of overnight success, threatening its mere existence? This cliffhanger guarantees your desire to take a hit of the wonder reefer.