This is a song about "Westside grind"

But i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Westside/ flow like im from bedstide/ make a nigga tremble

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

I impress your mind, then i confess my grind

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

People forgettin about hard work and that grind