This is a song about "Bump and grind"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Hustle and grind this shit hard feel the beat and bounce to this shit nigga,

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

People know not but still they grind and work like robots,

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

When they go home and bump to something helpless

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Burn trees all day and then bump the flog gnaw