This is a song about "Money grindin"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Im like a devil rebel to the cocky jockey, you see me grindin mining all the gold

So behold these are the bitter truths of life that will forever remain untold

To legitimize the prize money

But i kinda like your company

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

How to get my rent money

They say nothings ever free

Boy im out here chasing money

Let me rideuntil i get free

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I run for the money