This is a song about "Turn up grind hard smokin in jamica"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

You turn of your feelings when the life is hard, but you live in sweden your

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Hustle and grind this shit hard feel the beat and bounce to this shit nigga,

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Turn it up in the key hole, grab the mac, defeat foes,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,