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

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Yes i live up in my past , reasons to stay on my grind,

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

Cause i've been doing this since pooh fucked christopher robinson

Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,

Sometimes i think, what i need

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

In the crowd, hustle and grind, hustle and grind and when im done,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen