This is a song about "Frank fincher"

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

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

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

But now to me frank honestly

Look it something they can't ever see

You even lied to me that your name was frank

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

. planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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