This is a song about "Dirty frank"

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

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

They kept a nigga hand clean everytime it got dirty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

And if you ain't heard me properly

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

And too dirty for weak disinfectants like clorox

Yo we get the dank and bounce

And i'm from the dirty south,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free