This is a song about "Frogs and goats"

I get slight work like big sean

And once i'm dead and gone

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

And a fridge and some broccoli

Dc, man over money

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Every night i stroke hoes

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And never should you tear

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her