This is a song about "Frank"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But now to me frank honestly

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

How many times you lied, come on be frank

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face