This is a song about "Gold grill"

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I say that the pool is closed

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Bitch i'm delivering gold,