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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Woke up this morning fully clothed ready to grind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction