This is a song about "Frame"

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Change and rearrange your main frame control your own brain/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Send me naked pictures tell me beat it out the frame

Id hang it up but the frame is cracked

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

This pain i can't contain but i can fucken re frame from going insane

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

So let me re-frame like a old picture wit a new face

It won't be long before i bust a frame

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Memorize this shit, so you can put it in a frame

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain