This is a song about "Frank ocean"

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Tryna stay clear of my foes

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

You even lied to me that your name was frank

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

And bad bitches give me head and tell

You can hear the ocean real well.

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

600 benz, house six hundred grand

Tell these thots to go blow the frank