This is a song about "Grills"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

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