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

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Turn up we gettin louder

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Sat up all night with a poltergeist smokin' crack

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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Young money, d-town's all star

Who smokin in my car?

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Hustle and grind this shit hard feel the beat and bounce to this shit nigga,

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed