This is a song about "On the grind"

An allusion to the grind

I got a lot on my mind

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

A young fox on his grind so steady

On they twitter writing novels, see

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

But imma stay on 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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

The glare makes me hard to find

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind