This is a song about "The daily grind"

Grind all day til the family okay

I need money in a major way

Rhyming unwittingly this is just the daily for a rapper

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

People seem to judge me on the daily

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

In his daily trisector, dissecting ladies in the sector.

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

You take it in the shitter like daily and come out claiming

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

And retail clerks, we shop at walmart, and grind around the,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Maybe i just have the willpower and a working mind to find my grind,