This is a song about "Stay grinding"

Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And force yourself to stay,

Hit you from a block away

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I've been shining and grinding all night with my nigga,

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But thats alright cuz he's going to keep striving and grinding

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining