This is a song about "Ante frank"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

You even lied to me that your name was frank

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Take a risk up the ante, like you don't need a nanny

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

But now to me frank honestly

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

Fighting with my weak hand

Fuck low ante. pick carefully.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?