This is a song about "Grills"

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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