This is a song about "Army grind"

Now walk to it with your land mind

An allusion to the grind

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

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

But imma stay on my grind

This is to my unborn child

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

The revolution has arrived

Tryna throw me off this grind