This is a song about "Grilled peppers"

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Me and polemic's lyrics are hotter than a mouthful of peppers,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.