This is a song about "Chrome"

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

I often use google chrome

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Since you love working that chrome junk

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

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

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

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

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling