This is a song about "Grilled peppers"

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

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