This is a song about "Chrome"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Fully chrome alone prone to put holes in you unknowingly cold in the solo

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Just sit back in suburban chrome when words are thrown,

I feel i'll leave you niggas in a fuckin' spot when bustin' shots, golden chrome,

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Because i hold the golden chrome, so i'm never home alone,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I'm comin' to break the bank so walk the plank whenever i lock the chrome

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Since you love working that chrome junk

Scrilla fan, oh boy and