This is a song about "Frank bucci"

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

Let us prayheavenly father, hear a nigga down here

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And losin all his money

But now to me frank honestly

You even lied to me that your name was frank

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

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

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

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