This is a song about "Gold grills"

The truth shall be told

Spiritual, fool's gold

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Hand to hand in the cold

I got a watch wit all gold,

Only seen family a few like gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,

Some old bitch that we did before

Gold chains, watches and more,

Is a space that now you hold

I like a broad that has fashion gold,