This is a song about "Frank o"

I’m tryna be low key

I'm a grade a o g

Mother, o my mother!

So we'll just suffer

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

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o

And i just want to hold her

Mother, o my mother

I drop o after o of the loud,

Boy you know ill smoke you out

On they twitter writing novels, see

O save me please just bravely