This is a song about "Dirty 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

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

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

And i'm from the dirty south,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Hella dirty like i'm paris hilton

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

How many times you lied, come on be frank

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Tell these thots to go blow the frank

That we can't forget the past

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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