This is a song about "Grills"

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

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

If this was back in the days you'd get a lot of gills

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