This is a song about "Grills"

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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