This is a song about "Westside grind"

I impress your mind, then i confess my grind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

Soldiers lost their mind

Some fucking weed to grind

Should be harder to find

Tryna throw me off this grind

As: they will be so surprised

But imma stay on my grind

Would want to confined to this grind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

This is to my unborn child

Chevy surf the sreet steady grind