This is a song about "Grease"

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin a fan

It's not making sense to you right now but

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Burnt like burnt grease on your brand new lease.

Ima let her be by herself in peace