This is a song about "Jakes grill"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

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

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got