This is a song about "Grind hard everyday till tomorrow is over"

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Hustle and grind this shit hard feel the beat and bounce to this shit nigga,

I'm living like there's no tomorrow, ball till i fall mother fuck the sorrow

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Everytime i rhyme my mind is on the grind

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Depending on the grind is the only way to shine

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

The hard part is over, nothing left to see