This is a song about "Frank fincher"

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

But now to me frank honestly

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

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

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

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You even lied to me that your name was frank

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine