This is a song about "The frog"

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means

Back when crack was enormous

Where the fuck the chorus

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Cause im the underdog a prince turned into a frog

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

Still the man with the pan

Playboy, i don't own that man