This is a song about "Anne frank in the holocaust"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

You even lied to me that your name was frank

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Youll be like a survivor from the holocaust

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But now to me frank honestly

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Like the pyramids primitive appearing in

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Blasting out some backyard