This is a song about "Grinding gears"

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

No wonder they resroting to gear, get you gears cranked, rears spanked,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But thats alright cuz he's going to keep striving and grinding

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Find me grinding, with j's on my feet word to miley cyrus.

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush