This is a song about "Jakes grill"

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes