This is a song about "Grind on top"

Cause i’m back on my grind

Their sayin on my mind

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Now we was once two niggas of the same kind

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

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

Assumed stories of his suburbia life, when in fact the boy stayed on his grind

On fire, grind her ashes, shoved up pussies like gyno practice

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

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

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme