This is a song about "Grill master"

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Cuz im the female rapping master

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house