This is a song about "Grills"

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants

I wanna buy grills so big you can put it on a crocodile smile

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile