This is a song about "Dirty frank"

You even lied to me that your name was frank

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Its a dirty dirty world you got to watch who you talk to

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

. planck time, frank crime, feel the heat of a shanked rhyme

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

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

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see