This is a song about "Grind hard money bitches"

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

But imma stay on my grind

Soldiers lost their mind

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Gonna grind with you any time

You reflect in this heart of mine

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs