This is a song about "Fuck frank"

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Singing my life with his words

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

After a verse you’ll be turned to ashes like anne frank

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

I call em up, they might fall through