This is a song about "Ain t nobody stopping my grind"

I had nobody but my family,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Now music is my passion... stopping me is beyond too late,

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

My lyrics are poppin, never stopping, yo you don't gotta wait

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind