This is a song about "Getting on your grind"

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

But imma stay on my grind

This is to my unborn child

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

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

On fire, grind her ashes, shoved up pussies like gyno practice

Its makin me go blind, but im still on my grind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,