This is a song about "Kirmit the frog"

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

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Cause im the underdog a prince turned into a frog

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They forgot about the fourth coast

As the king upon the throne

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

From the gutter to the roof

With women with issues

You cant but i can hip-hop like a frog

Murdered every bod from my squad

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

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

On the slow jam of love

Where the fuck the chorus