This is a song about "Grills"

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Is that my grills clench for answers of these stench patterns