This is a song about "Grilled ch"

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

As: i forgot it’s mother’s day

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

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Mothafuckin' difficult, ch-yeah, til then