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

Took the van, went snatch her

Turn up we gettin louder

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

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

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction