This is a song about "I m on my grind"

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

To my unborn child

Cause i’m back on my grind

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Still on my grind, got a lot of kids at home

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

In time we learned to live a life of crime

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Cuz i be on a hot grind like a skater in summer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Everytime i rhyme my mind is on the grind

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind