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

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

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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