This is a song about "Dont get all up in my grill"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

All up in my kitchen sink

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Hold up lemme get on, step up in the both and i put my game on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

When i get to warwick avenue

Dont touch it or get torn in two

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone