This is a song about "Chrome"

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

Colder cause the shimmer of the chrome

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

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

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

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Since you love working that chrome junk

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I'm not combing web browser when i fire chrome