This is a song about "The frog"

So let 'em chase love

Where the fuck the chorus

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Still the man with the pan

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

As the king upon the throne

Mami told me son, hold your own

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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