This is a song about "More than my grind"

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

Its like my heart is breakin in more than two

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies