This is a song about "Grind out"

Everytime i rhyme my mind is on the grind

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Some fucking weed to grind

You can search but you'll never find

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

Release rhymes, beast lines, welcome to the meat grind,

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

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

I impress your mind, then i confess my grind

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick