This is a song about "Frank delciampo"

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

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

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

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

You even lied to me that your name was frank

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

If you ever feel alone and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

But now to me frank honestly

Who trill as me, roll two of tree