This is a song about "Frank ocean"

You gotta breathe and be at ease

And blow tree's like an ocean breeze

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

But now to me frank honestly

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

You can hear the ocean real well.