This is a song about "Grills"

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

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

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

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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