This is a song about "Grilled ch"

I got 800 invisible men

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

Born alone, work alone, die alone

I know that b**ch won't turn my body to stone

But i'm like nah, this b**ch needs to say

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are