This is a song about "Im on my grind"

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

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

On fire, grind her ashes, shoved up pussies like gyno practice

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Yes i live up in my past , reasons to stay on my grind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

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

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Baby im on my other shit,

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

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

You can search but you'll never find

Cause i’m back on my grind