This is a song about "Grit"

So i take another hit my teeth i grit

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

I have got the guts and true grit

Every day was a saturday, shit

Im obtuse when i see you i grit my tooth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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