This is a song about "Frank dad gay"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

But keep them cigarettes away

Luxury life, results living bad

Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad

See i let my nigga split that

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

How many times you lied, come on be frank

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But i ain't get to see you today

Because what you spit is gay,