This is a song about "Grit"

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

I have got the guts and true grit

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

This grit is what im feeling but i aint got a light

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Look in the scope, my people still a target

But materialism’s nice, and really they like the grit,

Im obtuse when i see you i grit my tooth

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

So i take another hit my teeth i grit

Cuz i'm sure thankful for it, their wouldn't be true grit

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit