This is a song about "Sam frank"

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

How many times you lied, come on be frank

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm more furious then serious sam

But my character never could be like them, man

But now to me frank honestly

Let me rideuntil i get free

I be gettin' money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

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

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel