This is a song about "Grind on top"

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

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

Somehow landed on top

You chris, i rock

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Feel your chest on top on

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Everytime i rhyme my mind is on the grind

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

Living if she is or not

Pay my haters not too much mind

But imma stay on my grind

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john