This is a song about "Grilling"

Or never say never though i admit

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

I wonder so often

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Waiting for me to raise the bar

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Every bar is monumental

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I'm a fucking rap star

I walk into the fuckin bar

Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines