This is a song about "Grills"

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds