This is a song about "Grind more"

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

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Don't let them capture you, get on ya grind

A million nasty things went through my mind

Tryna throw me off this grind

This is to my unborn child

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Hatin on me cause i been on my grind/

Now walk to it with your land mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

To my unborn child

Cause i’m back on my grind

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind