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

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

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

At my presence get 'em rappin' tight, in all the ways,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Get in bitch, dont worry, it aint scary

Dont get me wrong some do it right, stay up study all night

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

Dont touch it or get torn in two

I'll tell you baby that we're through

With bitches all up on me tryna get on my dick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big