This is a song about "The frog"

Hop off the bus

Where the fuck the chorus

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Still the man with the pan

They take a loss man

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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