This is a song about "Frank block"

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

On the block with binoculars

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Murdered every bod from my squad

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

I’m the king of rock

Im the new kid on the block

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Now we chop the whole fucking block