This is a song about "Dirty frank"

How many times you lied, come on be frank

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I splash your dirty ass,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

But now to me frank honestly

Dc, man over money

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

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

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

There's crack, there's crack