This is a song about "Frank s career"

About disaster in the world and

You even lied to me that your name was frank

Where every recipient, property of the state

Its fictional just like your rap career, fake.

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career

But make sure if they do see

But now to me frank honestly

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

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head