This is a song about "Grit"

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Im obtuse when i see you i grit my tooth

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

So i take another hit my teeth i grit

I have got the guts and true grit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

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

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

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