This is a song about "Google chrome"

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Just sit back in suburban chrome when words are thrown,

You're gonna need to google my words judging by your verses you lack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Loaded by my bedside crazyjealous when you hang with the fellas, i wait patiently alone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

So don't follow me home

I often use google chrome

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

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