This is a song about "Frank fincher"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Cause i got the burner in the hand

How many times you lied, come on be frank

But now to me frank honestly

I be gettin' money

Celebrate the very day that she get past

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You even lied to me that your name was frank

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

If you ever feel alone and

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

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step