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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Turn up we gettin louder

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

I said i got my ass beat

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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