This is a song about "I all i do is grind"

What did you expect, all i do is make hits

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

All i have to do is take a step and descend

Ever since then i had no job

Now all i wanna do is fucken smoke

Fuck ass town, all i do is clown

He won't sit down, given the crown

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Bitch i know pain all i do is control it

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

As for me, all i wanna do is figure out why

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Feet unda nigga, i gotta stay on my grind live is what we do, hustle and grind

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

All i ever wanna do in my whole life is fuck bitches