This is a song about "Grinding"

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

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

Only way to do it is to get on my grinding

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