This is a song about "On your grind"

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Watch me blind your antics, frees? i'll grind and stamp it

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Me with binoculars on grind and i'm stomping curbs

Sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I'm on my grind, and when the planets align

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

I try not to obey them at anytime

A young fox on his grind so steady

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Cynical analytical state of mind, on grind, unsigned

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Grind your teeth instead of your opponents

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was