This is a song about "More than my grind"

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Than it comes to my dick your bitch really wants more

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Sceptical about friends more than my enemies

You were more special than my paper and pen

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Your flow is more fucked than the bitches in my bronco

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

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