This is a song about "Grilled ch"

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

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

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then

Shit, we don't believe none of them

See, i like the person that you are

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

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

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone