This is a song about "Grind out"

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Gonna grind with you any time

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

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

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

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

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

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I impress your mind, then i confess my grind