This is a song about "Grinding"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

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

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

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

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

The shining is blinding so i keep on grinding with my rhyming,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing