This is a song about "Frank bucci"

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

And please never disrespect my set

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

But now to me frank honestly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

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

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