yea it's me Frank tha tank, pocket full of big bank, back pocket looking like a presidential cemetery. regal when I spit, nothing but but dead presidents I grip. making them haters wish theywouldnt of fucked wit this pimp, making our past presidents wish they was a live to see this royal flush shit going down, nothing but bitches I'm pedalling now, they talk big I'm big they small do tha math, large spaces take over the small spaces, it's basic science, on them hoes, osmosis on this shit scientific wit tha flow, just like when I pull my big dick out to ur tiny vagina hoe, it's scientifically proven we gonna smash it just a my bad bro, had to smash, deep n them guts been half an hour I'm ready to bust, but no glove on bitch ain't takin my ritches, pull up n sit back this dick gonna keep atackin I smiling n moaning at same time, imma keep on pumpin, bitch thinkin I'm rubber glove packing, no raw doggin this bitch underneath tha sheets damn I gotta keep goin , pull out out game hella strong bitch got me hella wrong thought she was tha one ha he'll naw u fuckin wit big Frank tha tank got hoes spreading they legs left right just to drink wit me, sip wit me, just to try n lay wit me, shit is to real need me a manger for my job as a non rappin ass rapper just so I don't impregnate tha wrong hoe shit gettin real 3 licenses I gotta protect bro no time for legs spreaded wide open disease carrying hoes, wit out a double glove at least tho. still give em tha pipe double wrapped tho bro