This is a song about "Grills"

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

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

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits