This is a song about "Grindin for me fuckin niggas bitches"

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

He killing niggas and bitches gotta look out for this guy

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

For pushing me to my limits fake niggas can blow me

The dreams the kid in you once had, youre never gonna have no more 16 years old

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge