This is a song about "Franklin s tale"

Bad, just like an 80's car

Young money, d-town's all star

Like a fairy tale, it was just meant to be

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

Because i strangle hold, the tale is told

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

But that's yet another tale that we've all heard before,

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Put the purp in the blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,