This is a song about "Grill the kittens"

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Veterinary.. the way im putting kittens down

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house