This is a song about "Grind on top"

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

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

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

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Till i come out on top,

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Okay man you do the drop

Somehow landed on top

Been on my grind since the beginnin of time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line