This is a song about "Grinding hard"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Hope all over again, we can start

Stop thinking so hard and trying so hard

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

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

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king