This is a song about "Gay frank"

Coaxin' our motions to frank ocean so you know it's real

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I know my daddy gone

"you already wrote the gay song

Little gay lookin' boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Who will make a gay pay.

I have so much to say

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

The faker they shakin' my hand

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

Rub my back, then let me lay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay