This is a song about "Grind"

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

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

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

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

Now walk to it with your land mind

Tryna throw me off this grind

Cause i’m back on my grind

Soldiers lost their mind

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

Everytime i rhyme my mind is on the grind

Relationships should never rewind

I impress your mind, then i confess my grind

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

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