This is a song about "Grind on me"

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

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

A young fox on his grind so steady

I just want somebody i can see

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

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

I'm on my grind, and when the planets align

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

As: they will be so surprised

Tryna throw me off this grind