This is a song about "Gold grill"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Black woman you cold

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

And it rules everything around them

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

That scary love, never get married love

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

After every show, a dream she hold

Only seen family a few like gold

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop