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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Sometimes i think, what i need

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

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

Burning up,turn the fan on/

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

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

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

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