This is a song about "Frank dad gay"

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

And all of that was okay

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

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

You even lied to me that your name was frank

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

If you didn't know i feel this way

How many times you lied, come on be frank

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

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey