This is a song about "Frankie ross smith"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

Fuck a smith an wesson

And i am one of one

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Let's take this shit back,no more rip offs motherfuck rick ross

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since