This is a song about "Frank west"

Repping that west with knock out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Baby that's how we do it in the west

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

That happen to act like a black president

I believe in honesty

But now to me frank honestly

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

After the east and west bull shit escalate

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Aint no easy task cleaning up the wild west.