This is a song about "First grind sixty"

An allusion to the grind

Now walk to it with your land mind

To not have a fuckin three hundred and sixty inch dick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

While i'm waving the pistol at sixty christians against me

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Then negative six hundred and sixty six below

Mowin down mc's, just like i grind trees

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

They listed six hundred and sixty six ways to be verbally addictive.

The glare makes me hard to find

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind

Some fucking weed to grind

Uh, this what's been on my mind