This is a song about "Grinding hard"

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

February cold as my heart

So i be goin so hard

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

They don't hear the bark

My depression hit hard/

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Only way to do it is to get on my grinding