This is a song about "Tim can t grill"

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Vijay singh and all of them

Will get fricasseed on the grill then

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

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

A fucking love dirty south gold grill in my mouth

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

The one who can´t even show a real smile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

The door crack, niggas all black

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back