This is a song about "Frank s hairline"

It´s the battle of life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

They say nothings ever free

But now to me frank honestly

If only i could go back into the 80’s

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

You even lied to me that your name was frank