This is a song about "Frank the tank"

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But now to me frank honestly

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

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

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

This batmobile is real hard to steer