This is a song about "Bump and grind"

Watch me blind your antics, frees? i'll grind and stamp it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Fuck it maybe im blind, and i should i get on my grind

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

I'm on my grind, and when the planets align

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Thought i hit a deer i heard the bump and got shook

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

And you are, never gonna even be a speed bump, cause i don't need love

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

And retail clerks, we shop at walmart, and grind around the,