This is a song about "I call her franklin but her name is frankie"

When it comes to spitting that fire

But i wrote this for her

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

Most say i cut her, but few remember i loved her

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

She said no but i still invade her

So it leaves me to wonder