This is a song about "Grills"

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve