This is a song about "The frog"

Thinkin of the the dreams

As much as i wanna leave

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Here's the answer and the antidote:

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

So don't follow me home

As the king upon the throne

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

You cant but i can hip-hop like a frog

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Endless the days, forever the nights,