This is a song about "Grain"

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Don't go against the grain, or they'll make ya go insane,

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

But you've seemed to maintained every grain,

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Sickle was used to cut out grain, tied into bundles and then carried away.