This is a song about "Jakes grill"

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

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

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

Original can grill a steak that'll get the panties dropping,