This is a song about "Bump and grind"

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Y'all over the hill like you tryna race a soapbox

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

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

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

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines