This is a song about "Grilled peppers"

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Grilled your ass medium rare check please waiter

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

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