This is a song about "Stop trying to rhyme you got to grind"

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

From the womb, my newborn child

Some fucking weed to grind

So here i got trying to take you with me and be a star

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

You know from me it is slaughter, like trying to be free that's all i got to offer

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

So let me tell you about this guy

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Stop flirting and trying to get with the girls i like

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light