This is a song about "Grinding"

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

I don't want you to have my permit yet

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I've been shining and grinding all night with my nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years