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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

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

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

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Sat up all night with a poltergeist smokin' crack

If he does my soul to keep

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I don’t care where ya are

Who smokin in my car?

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Want the title but im always fighting under card