This is a song about "Franklen and lamere"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

And nasty remains and bones

And a fridge and some broccoli

But make sure if they do see

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And i'm dizzy and spinning

This ain't easy, im thinking

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

And remember what i said and

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Know just what you worth

And their mothers and fathers