This is a song about "Frank sinatra"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

. planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

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

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

But now to me frank honestly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

You even lied to me that your name was frank

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand