This is a song about "Grind on me"

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

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Tryna throw me off this grind

Their sayin on my mind

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

Its makin me go blind, but im still on my grind

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

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

Shit i'm lying too! told that bitch i love her for her mind