This is a song about "Stay grinding"

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

I'm grinding, putting these kids to bed

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Cause i'm grinding for this paper oblivious to the haters

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion