This is a song about "On your grind"

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

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

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

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Fuck it maybe im blind, and i should i get on my grind

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

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

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time