This is a song about "Frank reed"

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

You even lied to me that your name was frank

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

Tell these thots to go blow the frank