This is a song about "Grit"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

So i take another hit my teeth i grit

I have got the guts and true grit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

We will never die, we are forever alive

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Im obtuse when i see you i grit my tooth

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose