This is a song about "Grind and pray"

Watch me blind your antics, frees? i'll grind and stamp it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And pray that we need never pray for closure/

Fuck it maybe im blind, and i should i get on my grind

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

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Only we just sit here and pray

And then the other one as i pray to god

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind