This is a song about "Grind yime"

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

'cuz i spread lines like grapevines, grind daily,

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

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

Vocabularoura grind its captain murphy villain time

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

But imma stay on my grind

Their sayin on my mind

Would want to confined to this grind

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Grind all day til the family okay