This is a song about "Chelsea and frank like to fuck"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

And breathing it like oxygen mutha fuck my esophagus

What them tippers don't see

But now to me frank honestly

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

From where gorillas territorial for inches

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here