This is a song about "Grind and pray"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Maybe i just have the willpower and a working mind to find my grind,

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Come my way, be very afraid, ya get spayed cause i spray and pray

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

And then the other one as i pray to god

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines