This is a song about "Frank the tank"

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Hey, must be the money

But now to me frank honestly

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Cause i got the burner in the hand

U scared cause i got a big tank

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline

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

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal