This is a song about "Full grinder"

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

This towns full of bull shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,

Is there any love

Boot full of the ounces

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Convinced and full of admiration-

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years