(Frank the Dank) livin' in Point Hope, just tryna cope, by smoking all the dope, damn my Bro Joel just walked in rhyming, try to tell leo to come but he's taking his sweet ole' time by talking and walking with the Bro Johnny, damn in Mr.Ronnies everybody got quiet as he walked in, damn, they feeling like they boxed in, later thinkin' about boxin' after we quit coughin' from smokin', Bruh I ain't joking as we tokin', damn, chokin' on the gravity bong, and they have the audacity to question our academy of new upcoming rappers in P-H-O, but this is what really matters, the patterns, of the masters that rhyme all day to climb the highest in the charts, like me but this is only the beginning hoe, so don't go and get all rowdy, when I say howdy to y'all ladies, actin' like it's still the 80's you crazies, oops shit I meant Brazies, ay ay mateys, ain't like y'all mainstreamers you little weiners, you daydreamers, thinkin' 'bout aliens, so listen to my craziness, nah I ain't a atheiest, but I'm the laziest and the haziest, in the class, learnin' about the mass in Mr.Mac's heard the bell, then I got up and dashed to lunch, just munched, what stunned me was Cree-J runnin' pass me as we took the secret path, so feel the wrath of my lyrics in my music, 'cause I can do this, I wish it was autumn, glad I ain't at the bottom, damn he must've got 'em, then got caught with them and dipped, then shipped it to Alaska, guess what it was, a plasma gun, that's badass, so smoke on the grass and don't skip class, 'cause I'll laugh and clap then call you crap, JK, they just weighed the package, I'm not a savage Imma gentalman that got fashion, mind like an assassin, so fasten your seatbelt and take a trip and listen