This is a song about "The frog"

Down the street to the car,

You know...you know who you are

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

When they hear me rocking the groove

From the gutter to the roof

You gotta understand man

Still the man with the pan

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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