This is a song about "Chrome"

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

So i guess you think you grown

I often use google chrome

He began with a complicated trick, thats when he realized he need to crawl through chrome

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Just sit back in suburban chrome when words are thrown,

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome