This is a song about "Kermit the frog"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Alcohol and booty calls

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

The bigger the the fun

On the bible you can run

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

As the king upon the throne

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back