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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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